Composer : Marc Shaiman/Scott Wittman
When I was a child
My eyes were clear
I saw the good side
But that's the kind of second sight
That doesn't last too long
But when I was lost
I heard a voice that brought me healing
That's the kind of special hope
He brought me with his song
People only saw the doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
But he was just a lonely little boy to me
With his sweet and gentle touch he sure unlocked my soul
So in return I surely want to help to set him free
Yeah now I wanna see him fly, fly
[02:45.42]I'll be your alibi, my baby
[02:49.16][03:36.63]Fly, fly, fly away
We didn't get to say goodbye
Goodbye
[03:00.43][03:47.85]No need to tell me why, my baby
[03:04.30][03:51.55][03:59.25][04:07.33]Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me one day
[04:44.18]
Men who they call real were really fakes who left me nothing
But this man they call a fake gave me something real
I've known cruel men with Christian names who taught me manners
But this man without a name taught me how to feel
They only saw the magic tricks, the smoke and mirrors
Was I the only one to ever see the boy?
So now they want to clip his precious wings and bring him down
But in his heart and soul's the kind of good they can't destroy
Yeah, now I wanna see him fly, fly
[03:41.59]We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye
Baby, when you're in the clouds, please keep a lookout
Maybe, darling, find a hideaway for you and I, you and I
And now I wanna see you fly, fly I'll be your alibi, my baby
And I'll be waiting for you there
You'll fly back home to me one day
(Fly, Fly away)
